Author: Alistor

Proof that stoner friendships are the best, even despite long distance: I live in Idaho and my friend Anthony lives in California. We met through an online game and became really good friends. He was the one who got me to smoke :) And I'm forever grateful for that :D. We blaze up on the phone together and talk about philosophy and laugh our asses off at all of our inside jokes nobody else would ever understand lol. So this bowl is to Anthony, that badass Viking mofo is the best friend a guy could ask for. Tokes! P.S. The tags are some of our retarded inside jokes xD

I learned my Spanish from a talking chihuahua, not some underage cartoon explorer.

It's not joints, it's not bongs, bubblers, or pipes it's not even vaporizers. It's naked.

Went for a drive by myself with dubstep blaring, a joint in my hand, 2 more in my pocket, and no destination. That, my friends, is perfection.

But I'd LOVE to smoke in zero gravity.

The longest and laziest panic attack of my life.

Think about it, when we go into public, usually we leave our piece at home or in the car. But lighters, man, you can take those anywhere. It's like having a good friend in your pocket who reminds you of your other buddy waiting for you back home or in the car. :) I can't wait to chill with my two friends again. :D

But then I got high. And cleaned my room and did all my other chores I've been putting off. :)

Is a huge deciding factor in choosing which pair of pants to wear when you hang out with your friends whether or not you wore the same pair last time they saw you? Because I know it is for me.